Five years ago I was pregnant with twins. It was August in Washington. How big was I? I scarcely noticed anymore when people gasped and stepped back from me like they were worried I was going to give birth (or maybe explode) right there in front of them. Not that I spent much time in public. I had two XXXL floral muumuus I could fit, and I rotated them, having outgrown regular maternity wear at 6 months. I ate, read and slept in a green plush La-Z-Boy in our living room, purchased with equal parts of horror and love by the Big Cheese, just for me. I couldn´t climb the stairs. I had trouble breathing. I felt like a giant egg with arms and legs attached, waiting to hatch. I´d gained 65 pounds, most of it straight out in front of me. You know what? I never complained. It´s true. All I wanted, all I hoped and prayed and wished for, was to get those babies big enough to take home with me when I left the hospital, because preemies are so common with twins. They arrived five weeks early on Labor Day weekend – 12 pounds total of healthy, squalling, kicking babies – and they´ve kept us on our toes ever since.
It´s hard to believe how fast they´ve grown up. Happy 5th birthday, Hecate and Buckethead! Aren´t they cute? Look at Hecate up there, mad-dogging the camera! (That´s Enigma on the right). I can´t believe they are old enough to go to kindergarten! Of course, they won´t be going to kindergarten. No, on the advice of the experts (with which I concur), they will be spending another wildly expensive year at the Maryland Medium-Security House O´ Learnin´, refusing to nap and spitting food at each other. For Halloween, Buckethead wants to be a bumblebee, which is what he’s been for the last two years. He calls it “bumbeebee.” Hecate wants to be, and I quote, “the Big Bad Fairy.” You go, girl.
P.S. Here’s a photo of the top of their cake! We like to bake our own. That one’s devil’s food with a buttercream frosting. He wanted dragons; she wanted bunnies. Hence this year’s theme: The Fire-Breathing Dragon vs. The Calico Critters!! Mr. Critter’s thinking, ruh-roh. Just try getting your local froufrou bakery to come up with one of those. Think I should start my own kids’ specialty-cake business?